Today, apparently, there is a coupon for B1G1 floating about the internet for Tijuana Flats. My heart started to race. Text the husband for a impromptu meet-up? Then I look down. I am dressed exactly like the dance instructor from FAME. Black, floor-length maxi skirt, grey cowl-neck blouse with 3/4 length sleeves and a side-swept bun. All I'm missing is that stick she carried. I scowl and forget taquitos and sweet chili sauce and start thinking about "paying in sweat" and whatnot and the feeling is just gone. Gone. Damn you, fictitious dance instructors and your unneeded walking sticks!